Sometimes my mind clashes as powerful thoughts smash into one another.
Insights move in sickly harmony, together in a colourful deadly dance of indecision.
Blind sight attacks the hunter, no instance can be torn from the other as they clash, inside my mind – in eternal reaction.
Blood and water mix, interwind and embrace – as blood swims so graceiously and effortlessly through the steady slow flows of tears.
My mind clashes, and I watch in terror, hoping for no vital error – I watch the contest in my stadium as the thunder of interpretation bellows and the lightening of retaliation bamboo-cracks in fierce fiery opposition.
Each day my mind clashes.